My pig-like day

 I ate like a pig, and grandma is cross. I made some small and ugly crepes. They were very tasty.  Then grandma made fries and I ate nearly all of them. I did give a selected few to grandpa -- intentionally -- without pepper,  and he said they were not good. I liked them very much myself with or without the condiments. Grandma was unhappy I kept contriving to eat as much as possible. I hope she will take me to tennis.

I did go to tennis even though it was rainy. After awhile all the children left. I stayed and played with the teacher. When I called grandma, she came to pick me up and we went to the market. I ate a donut there. When we got home, grandpa wanted medicine. His lungs get clogged because he spends too much time in the horizontal position. When we put him on the armchair, he requires to be put back to bed only 2-3 minutes later. Grandma bought antibiotics from Lugoj, and gave them to grandpa for a whole week. It's been 6 months since grandpa's stroke and he's made no progress in recovery even though the therapist comes several times a week. He seems to exercise more than grandpa in the sessions, and keeps telling him it's up to him to work out.

After tennis, Grandma brought Sorin over. He is our neighbor from  Lugoj. He is really old - already in his early 50s, but he still moves fast because he went to lots of sports as a kid. He dies his hair blond, but does not go the dentist, and must also not bother with brushing his teeth because most of his teeth are missing.  He works at a nearby wood factory and lives alone. Grandma says he must smoke drugs or he would not be so out of money every month.  He also repeatedly tells us how much he will do for his son and that the child will have things from his father, but Sorin owns nothing beyond his bike and some carpeting tools. Today, he put in the set of windows I had found in the room next to where the old car is, and changed the hinges to the big, round door. It now shuts.  Of course, the windows have no glass, but it's hot enough that they don't need any until the fall. Ruxandra says those windows might have been taken out to be stolen, but then they left them and the old, white car there.

Heute war Sorin hier. Er machte die Fensters scheiben. Ich ass wie ein Schwein und Oma wurde ärgerlich. Ich hoffe Oma wird mich zu tennis lassen.


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